Imprinting "East-Country Weird Tales Are Weak"
"Show mercy when you can, don't be so ruthless!" Although the anchor's voice switched to Japanese instantly, a soft female voice provided simultaneous translation.
However, at this moment, the usual shouts of "[Girl]" did not occur in the Live Broadcast Room.
Because at this moment, the comments section was filled with the same exclamation—
[Holy crap! Martial World Myth!]
Although none of these people had ever seen Feng Xue, the moment he stepped into the frame, they had already let go of the Hermit Authority to conceal the Weird Tale of Xuanjun.
Thus, the power of [Martial World Myth] was activated. Anyone who had the concept of "Martial Arts" and a certain understanding of martial arts would immediately recognize him upon seeing him as a renowned senior in the martial arts world, a peerless expert with outstanding achievements and unparalleled Martial Force prowess.
"Am I crazy or has the world gone mad? A Martial World Myth doing live streams in the East? But the mystery of the homepage recommendation is solved: if someone like this is being recommended, the Live Broadcast Room would have to be crazy not to..."
Tong Xin stared blankly at the young man who held the wooden knife between two fingers. Although he looked like a young man, he knew that this must be a peerless master who had cultivated some kind of anti-aging technique.
"A Yan countryman?" The Weird Tale "Wooden Sword Bancho," dressed in a school uniform, felt the force from the wooden sword and his eyes sharpened. With a flick of his wrist, he and the wooden sword he was holding were sent back five meters.
"Oh?" Feng Xue looked at the wooden sword with some surprise. It was actually able to pull the sword out of her hand. This Weird Tale is quite interesting!
In a sense, a "gang leader" can be seen as a combination of elements such as "school gang leader" and "strong fighter". The standard style is that he has a blade of grass in his mouth, wears a school uniform, has a strange hairstyle, and carries items such as metal chains, wooden swords or brass knuckles.
This is an image deeply ingrained in the hearts of people from the East, and in a sense, it can even be called a national image. Kujo Jotaro in JoJo's Mankanshoku Mako in Kill la Kill la Kill in the fighting boss form, and the Five Great Banchos in Digimon are all basically based on this design.
And after this understanding was transformed through the Hundred Tales, their strength naturally goes without saying.
"Get out of the way!" The voice of the Weird Tale was picked up by the Live Broadcast Drone, and Chen Xiyao, who was standing next to her, immediately tensed up and began to translate simultaneously for the domestic audience.
Feng Xue, with the air of a master, waved her hand and said:
"Using weapons would be too much of a slap on your wrist, so let's leave it at that."
Such pretentious words immediately drew a barrage of comments in the Live Broadcast Room. Boss Supernatural Tale also abandoned any idea of a peaceful ending. He suddenly took a step forward, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed through the air with a series of gusts of wind. The sharp blade light was no less impressive than that of a real sword.
However, the unparalleled speed and force of the blade came to an abrupt halt under the cinematic capture of the intelligent drone, all accomplished with a mere flick of the finger.
"If your form is not yet formed and your intention is not yet conveyed, go practice some more!"
The words, though spoken with a certain charm, were accompanied by an unusually grim expression on the face of the man Boss Supernatural Tale. Although a large amount of [consciousness] was surging in at this moment, he could clearly sense that what this [consciousness] brought was a Tag of [weakling].
"How could I possibly lose to you?!" Casually tossing aside the wooden sword in his hand, Boss Supernatural Tale immediately entered its second state. As a national-level Weird Tale, Boss Supernatural Tale doesn't possess many abilities, but they are very pure, for example—
[Stronger]!
Yes, he is a strong man!
If it's just Tag of strength, then it depends on who recognizes it. The strength that Bai Cinan recognizes and the strength that Ke Zhen'e recognizes are obviously not the same thing.
But once it becomes power, things change.
As the saying goes, the setting is paramount. The moment the power was activated, Feng Xue could clearly feel that the Supernatural Tale Fire this Weird Tale was rapidly expanding.
He threw a large amount of [consciousness] into it without any scruples, but this was not a normal nurturing burning, but rather a way to unleash the power of authority entirely as a consumable.
For ordinary Weird Tale stories, this is tantamount to risking one's life, but for the Boss Supernatural Tale stories, rather than letting those perceptions of "weaklings," "Weak Person," and "small fry" taint one's being, it's better to just burn them!
"This is getting interesting!"
Sensing the enemy's ever-expanding Combat Power, Feng Xue's lips curled up slightly. Seeing that the enemy had already charged forward with brass knuckles, he took a step forward as well.
Bang!
The impact spread with tremendous force. Although the sound of the impact was dull and muffled, the visible spread of the impact even made the scene shake.
"Good strength, but lacking in technique!"
After a moment of being out of focus, the image cleared again, and Feng Xue was holding Feng Xue Boss Supernatural Tale's wrist. He still maintained the style of a reclusive master, but Boss Supernatural Tale's aura began to surge once more.
Even the cameras could vaguely capture that fiery aura, reminiscent of Super Saiyan unleashing its power.
The ground exploded with a deafening roar, sending cement dust and rubble flying into the air. Meanwhile, a dark shadow appeared amidst the chaos of the Boss Supernatural Tale. However, thanks to the footage captured by the intelligent drone, the sharp-eyed viewers in Yan Country could clearly see the kick that came from the side.
"The angle was too bad!" Tong Xin shook his head inwardly. Although he knew very well that if this kick had gone too far, he would probably have broken several of his ribs, but from a martial arts perspective, this strike was still unacceptable.
At the very least, it shouldn't be enough to shake the streamer's position!
Sure enough, the kick, which carried the force of a dump truck, only created a gust of wind and did nothing more than make the streamer turn half a body to the side.
"That was a good strike, but remember, don't kick above the waist!"
Upon hearing the other person's voice, Boss Supernatural Tale felt his feet suddenly give way to nothingness. Then, with a sudden jolt from his wrist, he was slammed to the ground like Loki in the Hulk's arms.
"Dear viewers, please learn from this: don't be fooled by how cool and powerful high kicks look. They have too many openings and easily raise your center of gravity. In such situations, anyone with decent eyesight can easily trip you up. Honestly, if two people are evenly matched, using a high kick is just asking for trouble... Of course, if you're a martial arts actor, please ignore my explanation. After all, in filmmaking, looking good is much more important than being brutal!"
[Who doesn't know this basic stuff?]
[So you're saying you're just taking advantage of the Weird Tale from the Eastern Kingdom don't know kung fu!]
Don't you feel ashamed that a Martial World Myth is bullying Minor Supernatural Tales?
[Stop fighting! Stop fighting! You go fight those big monsters, leave these small ones to us!]
The barrage of comments began to grow wildly, but seeing his opponent suddenly switch languages to commentate to the drone, Boss Supernatural Tale felt intensely insulted. The other party wasn't trying to kill him, but rather to completely erase him from the realm of legend!
"Die!" As he threw more and more [knowledge] into the flames, the power of the Boss Supernatural Tale swelled up again. He roared out the standard villain lines and punched with the force of a 300-stone bow that could be drawn with one hand.
The air whistled under the impact, and the onlookers instinctively covered their ears.
With a nonchalant smile, Feng Xue gave the camera a mysterious look, then raised a finger without turning her head...